Welcome to gingerandbankrupt.

I'll be your host, mister gingerandbankrupt himself: prophet of travel chaos, saint of the poorly timed pun, and maniacal overlord of this delightfully cursed website. I haven't yet figured out whether my name is meant to be first name ginger, surname andbankrupt; first name gingerandbank, surname rupt; or whether I've simply transcended the concept of first names entirely, a bit like Obama... or John Pork.

Regardless, consider me a sort of second coming of baldandbankrupt, except with a little more hair, a lot less charisma, and far, far paler skin. I may not have two Transnistrian plastic coins to rub together, but I have plenty of nonsense, misadventures, and existential ramblings to share with you. 

If that sounds good, then congrats queen! Step right this way, as I lead you towards my latest midadventures with a slighlty manic look in my eye.